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    “There’s no need to help. Everything is fine,” Ilya tries to reassure him and wraps his arms around Shane’s waist, pulling him closer. “Come here. Give me a kiss.”

    Give me a kiss.

    The words echo loudly inside his head.

    It’s not how he used to say it.

    Back when words didn’t come so easily and back when he was too scared to ask for what he wanted, everything was simpler and smaller.

    OR: As Ilya's English gets better, his Russian gets a little rusty. So, he has a crisis about it.

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    27 Jan 2026

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    The term, he’s told, is temporary retrograde amnesia. Ilya doesn’t need the direct translation to understand: he forgot things. Ten years of things.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    They lapse back into a comfortable silence. Shane looks at Ilya as he is and thinks about Ilya as he was at seventeen, smoking in the back of a Saskatchewan parking lot. The image is almost unbearably tender for Shane, where his own seventeen year old thrill at seeing Ilya Rozanov meets all the things Shane knows about that lonely boy now.

    Shane thinks: Do you love number 81 more than you love this man?

    "Hey," Ilya says, brushing his knuckles over Shane's cheek. "Whatever I do, I will be there when you come home."

    Ilya decides to retire. Shane is very normal about it.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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    11 Jan 2026

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    It’s winter in Ottawa and Ilya has hunkered down in his big, empty mansion to weather a nasty flu. Then his phone buzzes.

    — Guardian™ Security Alert: Movement detected at front door
    — (1) Missed Call: Yuna Hollander

    Or: The Hollanders have a new son to take care of. Ilya has no idea what’s going on.

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    02 Jan 2026